Pacific War; The Years Past

Chapter One

Hey guys, Pyro here with a little fic from a friend. Good old Chrome Colossus over at the PR Wiki wrote this, but as fanon aint allowed over there (we have got a fanon wiki running, however), I'm posting it here.

DISCLAIMER: Neither I nor Chrome Colossus own Pacific Rim.

MOAR DISCLAIMER: I do not own this fic, Chrome Colossus does.

W00T! CLAIMAH!: I edited this. I cant tell if AU or not, and Chrome hasnt told me (and doesnt have an account here), so... yeah whatevs

ENJOY, REVIEW, AND LET CHROME KNOW WHAT YA THINK!

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Most people think that Brawler Yukon was the first Jaeger. Most people where out of sight to have seen the very first Jaegers, how defended the shores before the Kaiju arrived. That second attack on Manila? That was the sixth Kaiju to emerge. Remember when you heard about a Roswell incident? Where a UFO of some kind crashed? When you were frozen with indecision, did you believe? I can't say. But that crash was real. The alien, the craft, all real and all 'covered up'. You'd think that the alien would be un-communicational. Silent. Nope, this alien must've known what danger we were in, but with the cold war present we couldn't care less about giant Godzilla monsters attacking downtown Tokyo. We used the alien's technology to create Jaegers: giant robots designed to destroy whole armies.

This technology the alien gave us could have corrupted the human race. We had no name for the tech, so we codenamed it GDS: Gravity Defying Systems. This tech allowed us to make larger machines. The Pons, on the other hand, we had to make ourselves.

The year now is 2028. Three years after the Precursors were vanquished. But this story is one of the past. Russia and America prepare for nuclear Armageddon. But enough of the backstory, let's start thing right:

2:05, the clock said. But David couldn't sleep. He and his partners had been given funding from the president to continue project 2. Project 1 had been a proposal to make a space battleship. David recalled the look in the presidents eyes as the Project 1 team (codename: "Space") explained the devastating firepower of such a machine. No one had seen it coming. Kennedy had cancelled the project there and then. But we had been given permission. David had given the presentation. He had held the future of the world in his hands.

And he had saved it.

When most people think of Roswell, they think of area 51, the alien crash. Area 51 was a myth, conjured by nutters wanting attention. And the alien? That was real. That alien was like a prophet. It told us of large monsters coming from beneath the ocean. It gave us a formula to create large metal warriors. Well, we could always make them. But we couldn't defy physics.

Until the alien told us.

Eisenhower had asked the CIA to develop two large machines. One designed as an escape pod in the event of a nuclear war. The other one designed to carry several thousand kilotons of nuclear ordinance. David and his peers had made both. But Eisenhower had cancelled the escape pod idea and pushed ahead at perfecting the mobile missile platform.

But David had no time to remorse about the past, for as soon as he closed his eyes the alarm sparked into action and a booming voice rang out across the development complex. "Attention! All hands to battle-stations! Two bogies inbound. All pilots to their Jaegers!"

Jaegers: The term used to describe the Robotic US Coastal Defence Force equipment. They had made four, with six more on the way. David was one of the pilots.

When we first tried the Jaegers out with a single pilot, the strain was too much for them, and while they never received fatal brain damage, it was irreversible. But we had perfected it; we had created a manned robot.

David was quickly out of bed. He always slept with his trousers on and his T-shirt at the edge of his bed. In about 23 seconds he was outside and running towards the briefing compound. Most other people were already running towards a TV screen with a man sitting at a desk. The man was Commander Alfred Tormon. "Pilots, 20 minutes ago we identified 2 UUO's heading straight for the coast of New York. It was only recently we identified them as Jaegers Stalingrand and Kursk. Their ETA is 1.5 hours before they're in position. If they succeed, then they may completely disable our counteroffensive capabilities. I ain't gonna sugar coat it Gentlemen. If you fail millions of lives will be lost. Is that understood?"

We all saluted and replied "Sir, yes sir!" and rushed for our deployment lifts. David was with Tommy Fignas, a decent man of middle height and of 32 years. "Hey," he said as David joined him. "You think we'll score a kill?"

"Maybe," David replied.

Their Jaeger, Mauler Midway, had a record of always disabling Russian jaegers but never scoring kills.

As the 2 men stepped off the lift, the Jaeger's Conn-pod hatch opened with a hiss. Alfred's voice rang through the interior. "Alright gents, you and Ninja Sea are tasked with keeping Stalingrad at bay while Independence Harbour and Forrestal Fighter disable Kursk's launching tubes before they launch their payload."

David responded as he and his partner suited up. "You got it sir, distract the escort."

"Very well, I'll leave you two to get ready."

The voice changed to that of clam-speaking Saiden Saven, their director. "Alright boys. All suited up?"

"You got it Mr Saven."

"Great, oxygen tubes at full, locking all ports, vortex turbine spinning nicely, you should be good."

Suddenly, Mr. Tormon's voice broke through again. "Pilots, prepare for neural link."

Both David and Tommy looked at each other; both had drifted together before, but only on training. Then again, once you've been in someone's head. It's easier the next time. Saiden's normal countdown began as the V-12 Jump eagles lifted the group of 4 out the complex. "4...3...2...1...0... Drift." The images raced by, memories from both of their pasts. But the duo stayed firm and let the shockwave pass. "OK. 10 minutes till deployment guys."

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~Pyro